Page 36 of Destined To Fall

V: You might have to do something about that…growing problem. If I was there, I’d offer to lend my services.

Oh, the pun in that.

J: Oh, I’m handling it.

V: In the meeting? That’s very risqué.

J: I can’t exactly get up and leave.

V: Sure you can. Just sneak out and head for a…cubicle.

J: You’re making it harder.

V: I get that a lot.

J: Yeah, that’s so not helping.

V: I thought you had a hand-le on it?

J: I did. Until you mentioned cubicles, and I about lost it, in front of everyone.

I laugh out loud, and the cab driver looks at me funny.

V: Just, I don’t know. Drop a pen or something and hide under the table.

J: Under the table? How’s that going to help?

V: You can deal with the problem at hand. ;)

V: Just be…quiet about it. :P

J: Quiet? Kinda hard to do when you’re hyperventilating.

V: Take deep, long strokes.

V: I mean breaths. Breaths.

J: Ha ha. And picture wide open spaces?

V: Umm…

J: Doesn’t that help withclaustrophobia?

Damn it, played again.

V: Put your head between your legs.

J: And then?

V: And then suck.

J: Hahaha!!!

V: Claustrophobic, really? Because if that’s true, you’re useless to me.

J: Nope, just messing with you. I had you going there for a while. :P

God, did he ever.

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